I was a professor for a number of years, I taught English at one of the largest schools in New England. One thing I always tried to teach my students was the concept of unconditional love. It may seem to be an odd lecture for English class, but it was meant to inspire an essay of loved one’s and how a student perceives them.
I learned about unconditional love when my children were born. As soon as they were born I realized that I would do anything for them. I had to raise them, protect them, and most of all show them love and security. I have never stopped doing that, with one wrinkle: I went to prison for three years.
In prison I talked to my children twice a week for fifteen minutes a time (the maximum time allowed by prison rules). They kept giving me hope during those times of incarceration. I lived for Sunday and Wednesday when I would talk to them. Every day was miserable; I did not have a single good day in the entire time I was in prison. But, my children gave me hope and purpose to endure my sentence with each phone call.
When I got home from prison, the minute I walked in the door, they hugged me for what seemed like hours. They showed me absolute unconditional love because they loved me as much as ever when I got home. To this day, they have never held prison against me; they show me love every minute of the day and I do everything I can to show them how deeply I love them. Thank God I am home.